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nipples pulled tight and pebbled.
    Warmth spread across her skin. Arousal coiled low and
    tight in her core. She closed her eyes and concentrated on
    the talented tongue flicking over her clitoris. The slow
    swirls sent tingling frissons through her belly. Her mystery
    lover sucked the swollen bud between his lips. Moaning,
    Cora arched her back and pulled against the silken bonds.
    He released her clit and slid his tongue between her
    folds. It dipped into her opening and teased the sensitive
    skin there. One finger and then two followed his tongue.
    With the gentlest of thrusts, he worked Cora into a frenzy.
    His mouth settled over her clitoris again, that wonderful
    tongue giving her quite a lashing. Cora’s fingers curled
    into a tight fist as she pumped her hips and surrendered to
    the double stimulation of her nocturnal lover.
    She hovered on the brink of explosion. Her limbs
    trembled. She inhaled in short gasps. The fingers thrusting
    in and out of her wet sheath moved faster. The tongue
    gliding over her inflamed clitoris did so with a little more
    pressure but the pace never wavered. Each stroke of the
    slippery tongue was just right.
    Oh yes. Right there. Just a little more.
    “Unnnhhhh!” Cora cried out as she shattered in climax.
    She undulated atop the plush bed, her movements jerky
    and restricted by the silk ties. Her phantom lover took her
    to the heights of orgasm again with that fabulous tongue
    and only let up when she begged for mercy. His tongue
    licked gently at her hot pussy as she panted for air and
    slowly returned to earth. Her mind fuzzy from the intense
    orgasms, Cora tried to touch her lover’s head and
    succeeded.
    Her head shot off the pillow as she realized her arms
    were free. Just as quickly as the bonds had appeared,
    they’d vanished—and so had her mystery man.
    Annoyed, Cora frowned and touched the still warm
    sheets. Any second now she would wake from the
    delicious dream.
    “Come to me.”
    Her heart stuttered at the unexpected man’s voice. It
    sounded like Stig but more raspy and oscillating, almost
    dreamlike. She clutched at her throat with a nervous hand
    and felt her thudding pulse beneath her fingertips. “Stig?”
    “Come to me, Cora.”
    She considered the request. Stig’s warning raced to the
    forefront of her mind. “But you said—”
    “I need you.” There was no mistaking the pain and need
    in his voice. “Come, Cora. Please.”
    And then he was gone.
    Cora woke with a start and sucked in a shaky breath.
    She ran a hand through her hair and tried to reconcile her
    dream with reality. After Stig’s shocking revelations, she
    couldn’t immediately discount the possibility this was all
    real.
    Stig needed her. Deep down inside, Cora knew it to be
    true. Ignoring the inner voice shrieking for caution, she
    slipped from the bed, left her room, and descended the
    stairs. Not bothering to turn on the lights, she wound her
    way through the living room and across the kitchen.
    Enough moonlight spilled through the windows to guide
    her way. She found the flashlight and clenched it tightly.
    Cora paused outside the door leading down to the
    basement. Her instinct told her to go back upstairs. Stig
    had ordered her to stay out of there.
    But the dream…
    She opened the door and flicked on the flashlight.
    Trembling with trepidation, Cora took that first ominous
    step. Each progressive one came easier and easier as her
    bravery increased. The closer she got to the door, the
    more she wanted to see what was on the other side. She
    needed to know what Stig really was.
    The flashlight beam settled on the keypad. The right
    numbers somehow popped into her head. Had her dream
    lover—Stig, she felt sure—planted them there during their
    rendezvous? Her fingers moved over the keys, punching in
    the correct number combination. A satisfying series of
    beeps and clicks echoed in the darkness.
    Cora’s hand grasped the door handle. Once she opened
    this door, it would all be